Vampiric Embrace Novels & Stories

I couldn’t look at Vren in embarrassment. Mama walked near me and whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid again, Chantylle. I am warning you,” then she stepped back. “We’ll get going now, Sir, Ma’am..” They just nodded. Vren looked at me and again, I avoided his gaze. But I almost gasped when he walked towards me to wrapped his hands around my waist before he escorted me the way out. When we were out of my parent’s sight, I immediately torn down his hands off me. I glared at him.

Lamia said, preparing the injection. "I love you, Lamia. I don't regret this life as long as I have you." "I love you too, honey." After the injection, the two vampires embraced, their kiss turning into a savage exchange of blood that only their kind could enjoy.

Thalia kept her promise of friendship, bringing up lighthearted stories from their childhood, dropping those precise, nostalgic anchors meant to make Maya laugh. But every time Maya laughed, Elena was there to claim the aftermath. When Maya leaned back, chuckling at a story about a middle school treehouse, Elena reached out and casually rested her hand on the back of Maya’s neck. Her thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin at the base of Maya's skull—a deeply intimate, possessive gesture that only lovers shared. Maya’s breath hitched slightly, her human pulse spiking instantly at the sensation, her body reacting automatically to the immortal pull of the vampire.

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

“What is it?” She smoothed her skirt, looking at me as though deciding how much she should say. “It’s… well, sometimes vampires don’t want to cycle through random temporary feeders. If they find someone especially compatible, they’ll bond with that human permanently. It’s more beneficial for them—stability, strength, a consistent source.” “Permanent?” I asked, the word feeling heavy on my tongue. “Mm-hm.” She nodded, her expression almost sympathetic. “The ritual seals that bond. Once it’s done, you’re tied to him. Your blood, your body, everything. It becomes his. And only his.”

Ruby protested, her voice rising an octave. "That’s exactly why!" Dexter snapped quietly. He gripped her shoulders to keep her still. "Those vampires are thirsty for Ancient blood. If they find out there’s a Luna with high-level healing on the battlefield, they will throw everything they have at capturing you alive. I won’t let you be a target." "I can take care of myself!" Ruby fired back, anger simmering in her chest.

"I don't know what came over me." His thrusting slowed enough for him to look down at her. His expression wasn't one of fear or disgust as Darian's had been when he realized what she was. Victor's eyes were still glassy with desire and a hint of curiosity. "Vampires tend to feed during intimacy. I guess hybrids are the same way."

I marveled at the way love had brought together two beings from opposite sides of the supernatural divide. As I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, Clive stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A soft smile graced his lips, and he pulled me closer, our bodies entwined in the warmth of the sheets. In that embrace, we forgot about the complexities of our respective worlds—his as a vampire and mine as a werewolf. All that mattered was us, here and now.

Ember hoped that there were still some humane vampires left in the coven but Quinten slashed her dreams as his laugh rang out. “Oh, my Darling. Did you really think you would get away with this? They have all tasted supernatural blood. They will never be able to just go back to normal. It’s like a drug once we taste it, it’s addicting.” He laughed again and she heard a few echo him from the wall as her heart sank. She glanced at Callum and saw him looking over the scene with a careful eye his body set in determination. Except before Ember could figure out her next move Quinten dug his nails into her arm hitting a pressure point and making her drop the knife and swear. He quickly regained his

Without warning, she sank her fangs into her beloved's neck—the desire to make him entirely hers and the thirst had silenced her reason. Vampiric venom works as soon as it enters the werewolf's system. If it had been any other wolf than her beloved, the bite would have killed him instantly under the amount of poison that coated Emmanuelle's fangs. But here, in the case of her beloved, the venom acted as a powerful aphrodisiac against which the wolf's healing power could do nothing.